I spent many years locked in the dark night of my soul. I felt worthless, unloved, unappreciated and that I was a burden to everyone. The worst of this time was when I was forced to spend six weeks all alone cooped up in a rundown motel in Rochester, Minnesota in early 2000. I was sent to Rochester by my doctor to have Mayo Clinic diagnose and treat a condition I was suffering from. It was all supposed to be done in a week, but one thing led to another and one week turned into six weeks.
At the end of my time there, I was given a dire diagnosis regarding my ongoing heart problems. I was told I had advanced restrictive cardio myopathy and unless I lost 100 pounds in six months and got a heart transplant, I would die. I remember vividly receiving this warning from a doctor on a Friday afternoon, just in time for a horrible weekend filled with anger, sadness, anxiety and tons of self pity. I spent a lot of time on the phone with my wife, her mother, my mother and a true friend. Sometime that weekend a change took place within me and instead of giving up I decided to fight for myself.
On Monday I went back to the cardiologist and demanded another echocardiogram be done to absolutely confirm the diagnosis. I was yelled at and told I was in denial but through my persistence I was sent across the street to get the test done again (the fourth one in six weeks). This time the top doctor in the department did the test himself. Upon finishing he said my condition was nowhere near as dire as I was told. He immediately performed another test where I swallowed a camera so he could look at the heart from the outside.
At the conclusion of the second test, this world renowned doctor told me that although I had a problem, he saw nothing to indicate a six month time frame before death. I was sent back to the cardiologist to talk about the results of the two tests. The cardiologist got very angry and scolded the other doctor for not backing him up. He said he would stick to his opinion that I would be dead by August of 2000 without a heart transplant which I would not qualify for unless I lost 100 pounds. I left Mayo Clinic vowing to never return, which I have not.
I never did lose 100 pounds (I did lose 40 in six months) and I certainly never got a heart transplant. Yet, here I am, some 15 years later alive and kicking. I was FAR CLOSER to death last fall than I ever have from my supposed deadly heart condition. Numerous cardiologists have since determined that I DO NOT have the dreaded restrictive cardio myopathy but instead something they call diastolic dysfunction which is easily treated with medication.
I have often thought of how different my life would have been if I had not decided to fight for myself in late February of 2000. If I would have dejectedly left that clinic with my tail between my legs, with a death sentence hanging over my head (and heart), and an impossible mission of losing one third of my body weight in six months; I would have probably died 15 years ago. But, because God told me to get up off the floor and fight for myself, my wife and my family; the truth was able to be manifested and the misdiagnosis (the lie) was exposed and overcome.
Why do people lie to us? Sometimes it is out of spite, other times it is out of pride, other times it is out of fear and most of the time it is because they want to manipulate us or cover their own rear end. Regardless of why we are lied to, unless we pull off the layers of lies and get to the truth in the matter; we will suffer indescribable pain, hardship, loss and tribulation. We desperately need a good quality truth detector in our lives and God has given us two of them. First we have the written Word of God which is the standard for truth and secondly we have the Holy Spirit within us to let us know what is true and what is not. To avoid horrible consequences in our lives, it behooves us to dust off our truth detectors and use them on a regular basis. Who knows, our very lives could depend on it.
A few years ago, in the midst of a bevy of serious health issues, I began to say/remind myself that it is not what people say, it is what God says that matters. That really does change things when we remember that. Lest anyone think that I mean God will never allow someone to go through hardship or even faith death, I don't. However, this causes me to remember that whatever I encounter, God is in control and when I remember that, I can face things and deal with stuff that I never thought would be possible. I can trust in the Lord...no matter what!
Well said !
We desperately need a good quality truth detector in our lives and God has given us two of them. First we have the written Word of God which is the standard for truth and secondly we have the Holy Spirit within us to let us know what is true and what is not. To avoid horrible consequences in our lives, it behooves us to dust off our truth detectors and use them on a regular basis. Who knows, our very lives could depend on it.
Truth detector yep that's evident that people need to wake up shake off the dust and abide in the spirit of righteousness and truth !
Be forever blessed